what people will then see, when they browse thruour work, amongst the pages of magazinesand streams behind a screen, does not exist either,and we can never know. but we do knowwhat is contained in between the cotton footsteps and the scent of roasted poppy seeds from the kitchen. we know how much that can be whisperedin the dancing reflections of the sun& even in between our words.not much else matters then. and there, the steps are allowed to be that light.and the breaths as well. life too, for a while. marie, ~ this is for you.and the love,it lasts for more of you,h

this is gorgeous Hannah, all of it..especially your selfportrait. so delicate.

I wait eagerly for a new post & my family knowsI'm not to be disturbed when I'm reading yours.I'm the biggest photo-nerd but I can't myself takepictures, so I loose myself in yours..I need to tell you that you are actually one of the five people on my list of people I would want to spend a day with:) (if you've seen friends you know what I'm talking about)